"Master, I'm just in the realm of entering the Dao, and I haven't even refined the innate primordial fetus, how can I preach to others?" Gu Feng was very surprised in his heart.

He is self-aware, although he worships the mixed ancestor as his teacher, and his seniority is extremely high.

But among the monks, after all, it is necessary to speak with strength.

Since his cultivation time is still shallow, if he talks about cultivation, he may not be able to compare with some of his own disciples and grandchildren!

If you blindly oppress people by seniority, others may not be able to obey you!

"Gu Feng, don't be presumptuous!" Mixed Yuan Patriarch waved his hand, disapproving, "I asked you to preach, and I didn't want you to talk about the Dao of Becoming an Immortal, this is too ridiculous! You have your own excellence, after all, if the Dao Foundation is flawless and perfect, even as a teacher can't compare to you!"

Gu Feng's eyes lit up, "Master, you mean ......?"

"Yes, I'm asking you to talk about the way to build a foundation!" Before he finished speaking, the Mixed Yuan Patriarch had already nodded with a smile and a sigh, "Although the power of my Wutai faction is large, the foundation is shallow, and the background is not as authentic as the Xuanmen such as Emei and Wudang. The disciples under the sect have a vain foundation and a limited future, even with the Baiyang Diagram of the Absolute Foundation Building Method that you dedicated before, none of them have the patience to practice, which really disappoints me too much. Therefore, the disciple obeys his work, and can only let you talk about the foundation building method!"

"So that's the case!" Gu Feng asked thoughtfully, "Master, what if someone is pampered and arrogant?"

The Mixed Yuan Patriarch glanced at Gu Feng deeply, took out a purple gold token and handed it over, but only spit out four words, "The law is merciless!"

Gu Feng understood.

......

Ten days later, the golden crow rose in the east, and the sky was full of purple haze, which was vast and continuous.

Many figures walked from all directions towards the top of the mountain, Haori Peak, where there was a spacious stone platform.

It is the time when the Wutai faction opens the altar once a month to preach, and there will be elders and seniors in the sect who come to Haori Peak to explain many wonderful methods, and it is also the best opportunity for many disciples to learn the law.

They exchanged heads and looked excited.

"You say, it's going to be that senior who will come to preach today?"

"I don't know!

"Who does it matter? With the background of my Wutai faction, that senior is not a profound cultivator, and the method he teaches must be good!"

"That's right!"

......

They burst out laughing and were proud.

The Wutai faction is the first major faction in the side gate, and there are many famous sword immortals in the door, and the older generation has Maha Venerable Sikong Zhan and Xuandu Yushi Lin Yuan, who is not the master of the world?

Master Tokto, Wan Miao Immortal Gu Xu Feiniang, and the Golden Body Arhat Fa Yuan are also true cultivators.

As long as these seniors leak a little benefit in their hands, it is enough for them to have endless blessings in the future!

"Look, there's a man on the sermon cliff!" suddenly someone exclaimed, pointing to the top of the mountain.

A slender figure sat on it, the figure looming, ethereal.

The other disciples also shouted, "Hurry up, the seniors have arrived, if we have already started teaching, we will miss the great opportunity!"

They rushed up to catch up, for fear of falling behind.

The pace was rapid, and when they saw that the top of the mountain was in front of them, as if the magic method was in front of them, they were full of ecstasy, but when they got closer, their smiles were stiff on their faces.

"Who is this man?"

"He's a little uncle!"

"No, he's not Uncle Zhu Hong!"

"Idiot, Zhu Hong is no longer a junior uncle, have you forgotten that the ancestor just accepted a new disciple?"

"You mean, he's ......!"

......

A figure sat on the stone platform with his eyes closed, his sword crossed his knees, and his face was indifferent, who was not Gu Feng?

The monks looked at each other.

"How could it be him?"

"Although he is a disciple of the patriarch, although he has a high seniority, his cultivation is only in the realm of Taoism, and he can't compare to us, what kind of Tao can he preach?"

"Yes, what about Uncle Xiao, my cultivation is not enough, if you want to ride on our heads, I will be the first to disagree!"

......

The scene was boiling and chaotic for a while.

Gu Feng suddenly opened his eyes and swept around coldly.

I saw that the group of monks crossed their arms and looked over with a sneer on their faces, with an unruly expression.

They looked coldly at what Gu Feng was going to do, if they wanted to force them to bow their heads by relying on their seniority, they would not be polite.

Unexpectedly, Gu Feng's face sank like water, expressionless, and he just opened his mouth to speak.

The true yuan in his body agitated, his voice was clear, not grandiose, but it spread out, and it was clear in his ears.

When those monks heard this, they immediately sneered, "What should I be? It turns out that it's just a diagram of the White Yang of the Foundation Building Exercise!"

Everyone present has heard that when this so-called little uncle started, he offered a supreme method of building a foundation, so that he won the favor of the ancestor and accepted him as an apprentice!

But no matter how mysterious this Baiyang diagram is, it is just a foundation building method, and the lowest cultivation among them is the realm of entering the Dao, which has no effect on them.

"What a waste of my time!" there was a murmur of disgruntleness in the crowd, and some people gradually dispersed.

In the blink of an eye, only a few people remained on the stone platform.

Gu Feng was unaware of it, and continued to explain the many subtleties in the Baiyang diagram, each of which was a true insight into building the Dao Foundation.

"Huh?" Some of the people who hadn't left before were surprised, heard the subtlety, and slowly sat down and listened to Gu Feng's sermon quietly.

The more they listened, the more they rejoiced, and their eyes were filled with ecstasy.

Some of them have not yet built a foundation, and some of the advanced divine skills and magic methods cannot be cultivated even if they listen to them, but the Baiyang diagram explained by Gu Feng is exactly what they want, if they cultivate in a down-to-earth manner, they are expected to cast a high-grade Dao foundation, how can they not be ecstatic!

Some disciples who have successfully built a foundation are also happy, although the way of foundation building explained by Gu Feng has not had much effect on them.

But it's not too late to make amends!

They can also slightly improve their vain foundation based on these foundation-building essences, which will also be of great benefit to their future practice.

"It seems that this little master's cultivation is the lowest, but it is not as useless as the legend says, and in time, he will definitely be a Dao Sword Immortal!" they secretly mused, very envious in their hearts.

Gu Feng opened his eyes faintly, looked at these disciples who were respectfully listening, and remembered everyone's appearance in his heart.

If one day he is in charge of the Wutai Dao system, he must break the axe and go to the turnips, and these disciples with good hearts in front of him may be able to become the mainstay of the Wutai faction in the future.

A careful sermon, a group of people sincerely listen!

This group of disciples who seemed to have low cultivation could not have imagined that they would listen sincerely to the lecture for a while, and they would be in the heart of the immortals, and there would be a great transformation in the near future.

The more Gu Feng spoke, the faster he spoke, and the many mysteries of the three hundred and sixty-four diagrams of the White Yang Diagram were displayed in front of these monks one by one, and they listened to it even more with their eyebrows.

Seeing that Gu Feng was about to talk to the end, when Xuan Gong broke through the twelve levels and built the last and most subtle step of the Dao Foundation, a rampant laughter broke the peace.

Gu Feng frowned and swept his gaze.

Hearing the most mysterious part, they were suddenly interrupted, and the group of monks turned their heads and looked at each other angrily, but when they saw the comer, they were startled one by one, trembling all over, and did not dare to look again.

I saw Zhu Hong with a yin owl sneer on his face, leading a group of people over, followed by a tall bald monk, facing the vicious, very conspicuous.

"Little junior brother...... Zhu Hong paused the three words "little junior brother" heavily, with a gritted teeth, "The master actually asked you to preach, look at two or three big cats and kittens in front of you, it's really ridiculous! If you don't understand the mysteries of Taoism, do you want Senior Brother to teach you?!"

After that, he laughed, and the group of people behind him also looked at each other and laughed, and their eyes looking at Gu Feng were full of abuse and sarcasm.

Gu Feng lowered his eyes, very cold, and suddenly sighed in a low voice, "The people of the earth chickens and dogs also came to find my bad luck, it's really ......!"

"What did you say?" Zhu Hong's eyes widened, and he faintly heard what Gu Feng said, and asked forcefully.

Gu Feng didn't say a word, and with a wave of his long sleeves, a golden handprint condensed out, carrying a huge force of ten thousand jun, and suddenly suppressed it.

Zhu Hong's generation was suddenly frightened, and they fell over, like monkeys who couldn't escape from the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain, screaming again and again.

"Dirt Chicken Tile Dog!"